Here I go again, whinging about my weight. Over the past few weeks, I contracted pneumonia and had to be hospitalized for 5 days. The worst 5 days of my life. Suffice to say, it was an experience that I wouldn’t want to repeat. Having said that, the one thing I was grateful for was that in those 5 days, I had lost 2 kgs because I was so terribly ill.

I paid for it, though, once I was discharged from the hospital and went back to stay at my parents’ house for a few days. My mum stuffed me with food to make up for all the nutrients I had lost, and before long, I was back to my original weight. On top of that, I started putting on weight because I had stopped taking my hormone medication (through laziness and forgetfulness), so in the past 2 weeks, I’ve added on a doleful 2 kgs to my frame. Sob sob. Isn’t there some diet pill that works out there?! I want some!

I have a personal weight management coach, by the way, and I relayed to her the sad news that I had put on weight. Sweet girl that she was, she goaded me on with such enthusiasm and optimism, telling me, it’s ok, this is only a minor setback, you just need to work harder. Leaving me with instructions to drink lots of water, and to get some fresh air if I could spare the time, she promised to come by to my office to see me on Thursday, just to catch up on things.